Destiny’s Debt

A long legged filly from Texas,
A cowgirl riding fast with a colt at her side.
Husband’s hat pulled low and death in her eyes.

Her shooting skill
Had been honed
In the ashes of love’s flame.

Her thirst for vengeance
Urged her lathered horse’s hooves
To fly as if evading hell’s crippling teeth.

Her taskmaster, death,
Was in no gentle mood this day
Driving her on in her race with grief‘s grip.

Clattering into another Mexican town,
She immediately spied the spotted rump
Of a familiar appaloosa tied outside the saloon.

Her eyes cloud over
Remembering that very horse riding away
From the main street of her past.

Six weeks had gone by
since she laid her man to rest
in the small town of Destiny;
her small town sheriff
shot in the back
And left to die in the street.

South of the border,
She’d followed that spotted skunk’s trail.
That young man with a jagged mouth
And greasy pock marked complexion.
Using his gun to steal fame
With no care towards redemption.

Her horse, snorted and stamped
Pulling her out of her reverie.
She grimly dismounted and prayed silently.

Standing in the doorway
with the setting sun at her back, 
all that could be seen from within

---- Was a long -----
----- Tall ----- shadow--
Silent as sin.

Against the bar he stood
a drink in one hand.
Slowly he turned, that pocked marked man.

He was fast to clear leather
But faster was she.
As he hit the floor, bowed on one knee,

Death’s shadow rode off.
Tall in the saddle
With a sober grin,

The angel rides home
Purged of the life she had lived.
Destiny’s sheriff -- born again.

mt/law 9/09

As Above....So Below

In life and in Pen
Two souls mold beauty
Pure grace flow from one bond
Releasing pure Elegance

Muahhhhhhhhhhhh to you my Lady Wench,,
and special kiss's to (Marc)

...

or ...
you decide

Wow, I gotta say that's a work of art. I loved reading this one.

mmmm, I think you brought the elegance in here with you, but works for me as --- maybe, just maybe --- some'll rub off on me. I look forward to delivering your special delivery to Marc and will do so with care (ahhh, we both know me better than that!) - okay, I'll enjoy it immensely, lol!

oo-Abra, earth tones and pistols - excellent choice.....Different kind, indeed!

Kace, ROFLMAO -- you know darn well, I'll get both flowers no matter how you hand 'em out.

Thanks, Faded - Damn, it's good to see you - we had a great time playing with this one, although thinking back; we probably looked like Mexican jumping beans playing musical chair with one of us bouncing off the chair in front of the computer and the other sliding on from the other side to take over and fix a glitch or fill a space or whatever, lol.

Allright pistol packin' mama!